some brush heaps that had been apparent1y carefully placed at the top of the hillside. No doubt on cold winter nights it had sheltered many a bird. As I approached it, a cardinal flew down from the trees and disappeared in a part of the brush, but as I came closer he darted up again, very much excited and put out. At his angry “Cht’s” the odd grey birds also flew up, and a fox squirrel, with a rapid chatter, glided down Cabin Beech. With a view to crossing the hollow, I went on. At the edge of the brush heaps I paused to look down, to see if I could get a glympse of the squirrel. Snow had drifted out to the edge of the pile.. Presently, as if acting on some preconcieved plan, four Peterbirds flew up and disappeared under the brush almost at my feet. Thinking perhaps I could get close to them and examine them closely,I began slowly to take one step after another. The snow was too soft however and I sank deep in at every move, making too much noise for the peace of mind of the peterbirds,who with their angry buzzing cry, flew out and up into the trees in great excitement.
     Leaving the brush piles, I crossed the hollow at the shallow place end went along the other side to Cabin Beech.